You Were Sandpaper On My Mind

I could feel desire
I wanted desperately the love
Yet I am in the acquiescence to no love
I consciously ended my relationships this week
I am embracing no more relationships these last four months
Of existence
I don't have the time to brush the sand off your body

But as I thought about the problem
It became a challenge
I would have to be gentle as the wind not to chafe your skin
I knew a lot of your body would be relieved
And cool to the touch
But some of the crevasses would be resistant

And uncomfortable at the touche of a masculine hand

A bath and a sponge was the inevitable conclusion
Yet there would be the problem
Of my arousal
How was it possible to touche you
And not desire you
It was merely my intention to comfort you
And now I am consumed with the thought of your lips